waiting for godot

[katster]

every night I lament that each passing day feels as if I'm waiting for something -- the next phone call, the next order from my mother, the next hour to pass.

Human beings were not meant to be shoved into holding patterns. And I have been in one for far too long.

So much that I'm not sure how to get out of it. Nor that it's anything really worth writing about, but there's really not much worth writing about these days.

And it's the same old story over and over, one my friends grow tired of, and it's hard to keep bringing it up...but I don't know what to do.

So I'll just sit here, quietly, and waste away. It seems to be the only option.

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[inflection.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you're looking for purpose. You seem to be wanting something bigger than day-to-day living. When's the last time you spent an hour advancing one of your bigger life's goals?

(One of the meanings of my username and its graphic: the point of inflection on a cubic such as this one is the point of steepest descent. But it's also the point at which the second derivative turns positive. The graph is still heading down, but the upward turn has already begun.)